Page 42 of Billionaire's Desire
God! What the hell is wrong with me?
I look away, trying to control the devious and traitorous road my mind is wandering to, but then I catch sight of her whole body, and all rational thoughts flip out of my head.
The way that little dress is hugging her body in all the right places.
I suppress a groan.
That dress is downright sinful.
I want to peel it off her.
I have to shake my head in an attempt to regain focus on the conversation, and of the whole situation in general.
“Listen man, she’s with me,” I say firmly. “I think it’s time for you to go.”
The man hesitates for a moment, but ultimately he backs off and disappears into the crowd. I turn to her and wrap my arm around her waist.
“Thanks, Max,” she says, leaning into me. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
I can feel her body relaxing against mine as I hold her close.
“I am happy to help. I wish you didn’t need my help at all, but I am happy I was around,” I say, looking down at her. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
Because if he did, if he fucking laid hands on her, I am not going to be liable for the things I will do to him.
No one touches my girl.
No one.
I have to hold in the growl trying to escape me, as the anger, jealousy and possession thrums through me.
She shakes her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“No, I’m okay. Some men just don’t take no for an answer. What are you doing here?”
Her line of questioning jolts me into realization.
I have no right to be acting so possessive, so irrationally about her. As far as she was concerned, I was just another man who gave her unrequited attention.
I contemplate lying to her, but I finally land on the truth.
“I met your friend Hilda. She told me you’d be around.”
Christ, I sound like such a fucking stalker.
I should have lied.
She takes a few minutes to reply and for a minute, I am afraid that I might have scared her with my honesty.
“So, you came?”
I want to tell her that I would have followed her anywhere.
That I had this inexplicable desire to see her.
I want to tell her things I am not ready to say yet, things she is not ready to hear either.
I land on a simple truth.
